“Riverwind, Magnolias” by Lyn Lifshin

How we could hear
the slap of water
lights on the Mohawk
the way you can almost
see the color of a
tulip in rain
before it is
Let’s you said do you
want to, we
could walk
down by the river
Lips of wine, I was
pulled the
magnolias opening
apricot river
warm leather and the
water smells. Lilac
wind. My lips
so open
you pulled me
down toward the bench,
pulled my hand
to where you
were least shy


Lyn Lifshin has published several volumes of poetry with Black Sparrow Press and other eminent poetry presses. For other books, bio, and photographs see her web site:: www.lynlifshin.com

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